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Merger	By : NihilEtNemo Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 2763 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Merge
- 2-Chapter 2
- 3-3
- 4-4
- 5-5
- 6-Chapter 6
- 5
- 6
TITLE:
Merger
AUTHOR: setosgirl

DATE: 6-20-06
FANDOM: YGO
DISCLAIMER: I don’t own YGO.

PAIRINGS: Mokuba/Seto,
MokubaXRyuuji, Ryuuji/Seto, RyuujiXMokuba/Seto

TYPE: Romance
OCs: None

CHAPTER:
Oneshot
RATING: NC-17
WORDS: 4241

WARNINGS: Threesome yaoi lemon

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Merger

Chapter
6

“I could buy this
theater,” Seto complained quietly as he met up with his lovers,
leaving his motorcycle and Mokuba’s Porsche behind. “Any
one of us could. What are we doing here?”

“Shush,” Mokuba
admonished him gently, from where he was walking in front of him, his
hand entwined with Ryuuji’s, as he glanced over his shoulder at
him. “We’re going out. This is out.”

“This is boring,”
Seto said, arms crossed in front of his chest. “I could be –”

A combined glare from both
of them as they held the door open silenced him before he could say
the word ‘working’.

Seto lounged against a wall
and glared at people while Mokuba bought the tickets and then the
concessions, Ryuuji on his arm and the two of them laughing the
entire time, looking exactly like the happy young lovers they were.
It as frankly a little sickening; all the same, Seto’s
expression softened a little as he watched them.

“Come on, Seto,”
Mokuba said, as he and Ryuuji walked toward the ticket taker; Seto
pushed himself away from the wall and followed with a show of
reluctance greater than he actually felt. He had to stay in
character, after all. It wouldn’t do to have him suddenly act…
normal.

The theater was still mostly
empty when they sat down, Ryuuji on one side of Mokuba and himself on
the other. Seto noted with amusement, as he stretched his legs out in
front of him, that the other two had done the same, and it turned out
that Ryuuji had the longest among them, despite being the shortest
height-wise. And the painted-on, slick leather pants didn’t
hurt that particular view at all…

Of course, his eyes then
slid to Mokuba’s legs, which certainly weren’t anything
to scoff at either. Big and strong, just like him… and being
as he was the tallest of them, also quite long enough to appreciate.
And that his pants were just as tight and slick as Ryuuji’s
didn’t hurt that view, either.

He sighed and tore his eyes
away to stare at the pre-movie ads on the screen. It didn’t
really do a whole lot of good; he was bored out of his mind and
couldn’t do anything about it aside from think of the two
gorgeous young men whom he had accompanied here. He didn’t
really know what people would think, given that it was obvious that
Mokuba and Ryuuji were on a date, but he didn’t particularly
care, either. He wasn’t doing anything overt. Just sitting
here, thinking…

There was no way some
stupid, inane movie was going to take his mind off of this and
put it anywhere he wanted it to be. Besides, these stupid American
films were often little more than gratuitous sex and violence,
anyway… which wouldn’t help his state of mind much.

With another sigh, he told
his brother that he was going to the restroom just after the previews
started. Movies weren’t really his speed anyway… he’d
rather have a good book any day. Mokuba only nodded absently and
whispered to Ryuuji again, and Seto shook his head as he walked away.
It’d probably take half an hour before they realized he’d
gone, and by then they’d have figured out what he’d been
saying all night: that he wasn’t all that interested in the
movie.

The bathroom was deserted,
which suited him just fine, and he leaned against the wall between
sinks, wishing idly that Mokuba hadn’t made him stop smoking
years ago… it would have been a welcome distraction right now,
as well as soothing, no matter how illegal it was to do right here.
Being rich and famous had its perks, after all. Maybe he could get a
cigarette from the next person to come in.

Of course, when someone
actually did come in, he went immediately into a stall so as not to
seem creepy, and be seen by… well, anyone, frankly. He wasn’t
a big fan of people. Pretty much everyone knew that by now.

He leaned against the wall
and waited patiently for the person to leave. Granted, that was
rather unreasonable, as it was a public restroom and the other person
had as much right to be here as he did, but he wasn’t in the
mood to be reasonable. He’d rather be snug at home with Ryuuji
and Mokuba, honestly… at least then these thoughts about them
could go somewhere.

He sighed slightly to
himself and closed his eyes, pushing those thoughts away and
concentrating on just being happy that he could be with them at all.
It was better that Mokuba no longer had to split his time and
affections, it really was; Mokuba was happier, Ryuuji was happy with
them… and he was happier too, if he had to admit it. He didn’t
have to feel ignored, and if he did have to feel a little jealous of
what they had – a relationship that was, generally, accepted,
and where they could be together in public without worrying about
being arrested – something that he could never have, well, then
so be it. At least he had them.

And he included Ryuuji in
that; he really did care for him, in some way, though not as deeply
as he did for Mokuba. It was the same for Ryuu, he knew. It might
eventually become that deep, but for now, at least he knew he cared,
and that the dice master cared back. He could be happy for them and
with them, and they could share what they had with him; it was a
no-lose situation. No one had to be left out, which was nice, and, to
be fair, they made up for the fact that they could be together in
public by the amount of time they wanted to spend with him at home:
enough to get on his nerves, but in an endearing way.

Of course, if not for
Mokuba, the entire relationship would fall apart. Mokuba had brought
them together, and even now Mokuba held them together. They were not
now, and indeed might never be, at the point where they could hold a
relationship on their own; they cared, surely, but there were still
far too many things each other that only Mokuba understood, and made
him mediate between them more often than not. Without Mokuba, Ryuuji
would have been strangled several times over, if for nothing else
then for interrupting him while he was working. It was beyond him how
a supposed professional like Otogi Ryuuji could be so irresponsible,
but honestly – the man never seemed to do anything that even
resembled work.

He barely noticed the door
closing again as the person left, and stayed where he was. Forgiving
the undignified location, he could probably stay here for the
duration of the movie, and get more productive thinking done than if
he allowed himself to vegetate (or sleep) in front of the movie
screen. Not that the sleep wouldn’t do him some good, maybe.

The strange sliding noise
barely registered, but the dark-haired head that appeared under his
door couldn’t possibly escape his notice. He was startled into
simply staring for a moment.

“Found him!”
Ryuuji reported gleefully, and put his hands on the walls of the
stall, pulling himself into the small space with him. Seto still
didn’t move and only stared silently, still a bit taken aback
by the abruptness of it.

“Good.” Mokuba’s
voice came from outside, as Ryuuji ignored him and opened the stall
for him. He slid in and shut it behind him, and then both of them
looked at Seto. He raised his eyebrows silently and looked back.

“So.” Mokuba
crossed his arms and just looked at him. Ryuuji was smiling a little
as he stood behind his right shoulder, the three of them crammed just
barely comfortably in the small space. “You thought you could
escape.”

He wasn’t sure what he
could say to that. This whole situation was a bit strange. “I
didn’t think you’d notice,” he finally decided
upon.

“For a genius, you’re
an idiot,” Mokuba commented. If Ryuuji hadn’t been
snickering behind him, Seto might almost have been intimidated.
Mokuba was… well, big was a good word. Broad shouldered and
taller than he was. Good thing A) Mokuba wasn’t angry (he
thought), and B) he was fairly mild-mannered anyway (usually).

“All right,” he
said fairly expressionlessly. “I still don’t want to
watch the movie, though I suppose I will if you intend to make me.”

Mokuba finally smiled.
Grinned, more like it, or possibly smirked. “Nah. It doesn’t
look that interesting, and there are funner things to do.”

He blinked slowly.
“‘Funner’?” was all he managed to say to that
statement. Mokuba’s grin said that it had been on purpose, and
he didn’t give him time to say anything else before he’d
crossed the tiny space separating them and kissed him.

Seto let himself enjoy it
for just a moment before pushing him away. “Are you insane?”
he hissed, shrugging Ryuu’s hand off his arm. “We’re
in public!”

There was laughter, a snort
from both of them. “Loosen up, Seto,” Mokuba said. “We’re
in the bathroom. It’s hardly public. No security cameras, no
one else in here…”

“But what if someone
else comes in here?” He hadn’t thought Mokuba was
this stupid, frankly. This simply could not happen. He wasn’t
supposed to be taking idiotic chances like this.

Ryuuji grinned. “There’s
an ‘Out of Order’ sign on the door’,” he
informed him. That was odd. There hadn’t been one there when he
ca–… Oh.

“That doesn’t
matter. This is too risky. You’re both irresponsible and
insane.” He slid away from Mokuba and got between them, and was
already unlocking the stall when someone (Ryuuji, he thought) wrapped
an arm around his waist and pulled him back with a rather undignified
squawk of surprise.

“If you don’t be
quiet, Seto,” he warned (Ryuu it was indeed), “Somebody’ll
hear, and that’s the last thing any of us want.”

“Which is really too
bad, because it’s hot when you make noise.”

Ryuu rested his chin on
Seto’s shoulder as he tried to squirm his way free without
hurting anyone or making too much noise, effectively holding him in
place while looking at Mokuba. “How are we going to do this,
Moki?” he asked. “Can we take turns with him?” He
sounded as though he were discussing the weather. “You take me
and I take him?”

“I think I want him
for myself,” Mokuba said in much the same tone of voice. “No
offense, but you had him last time.”

Seto was beginning to feel a
bit overwhelmed. “Excuse me?” he said. “Do you
mind? Don’t I get a say in this?”

They both looked at him in
apparent surprise. “You already had your say,” Mokuba
said.

“You said ‘no’,”
Ryuu reminded him.

“And we overruled
you.”

Damn it. He might as well
stop struggling now, because Mokuba always got what he wanted. And he
was almost as bad at denying Ryuu anything he wanted now too…
Damn.

“I don’t care
what you two say,” he tried one last time. “We’re
not having sex in a public bathroom.”

“Yes we are,”
Mokuba said easily.

He gave up.

Mokuba grinned as he saw it
and moved to take him from Ryuuji, which no one contested too much.
He wrapped an arm around him and held him against his side while he
winked at Ryuu.

“I’ll tell you
what,” he said with a wink. “You can have me.”

Ryuuji brightened. That was
entirely unfair, in Seto’s humble opinion. That was a rare
treat, and he wouldn’t have been averse to having it. Not at
all. “Trade?” he offered Ryuuji, not without a note of
hope. If he had to do this – which he did, not that he exactly
minded, save the very real danger should they be found – it’d
be nice…

Mokuba laughed and nuzzled
against his neck, pushing his shirt aside to exacerbate the already
bruised area. “Don’t be dumb,” he chastised. “I
want you too much for that.”

Seto sighed a little. Should
have figured.

Mokuba surprised him by
pushing him back against the wall with a somewhat predatory grin,
though he managed not to yelp this time. He looked at him, pressed
against the tiles, with his eyebrows raised, and elected to try one
more time. The stakes were too high if they got caught.

“Mokuba,” he
said, trying to be firm, doing his best to put on the Big Brother
persona (which hadn't worked in years). “We can't. If you want
to, let's just go home, and we'll fuck like rabbits – in
private.”

“Shut up, Seto,”
Mokuba said cheerfully, leaning back with a little noise as Ryuuji
wrapped his arms around him and began pulling down the zipper. “And
get those pants off.”

Seto
crossed his arms, but Mokuba pulled them apart and leaned down to
kiss him. “Lighten up,” he said. “And, get those
pants off.” He didn't exactly intend to do it; Mokuba
apparently knew that and took it out of his hands, keeping his arms
away and unfastening them himself. Honestly, he didn't argue that
much.

“Oh, what, the danger
doesn't excite you?” Mokuba asked playfully, noting his utterly
limp member as he freed it from his pants. He was sporting an
erection that was already on the edge of looking painful: Seto
couldn't help a little flush of pride, even though he knew part of it
was Ryuuji's nimble hands at work on him, and part of it was, as
Mokuba had already said, the danger of being caught. Still, it was
ultimately because of him. That always made him feel good.

Not
particularly hard, though, as Mokuba was well aware. He leaned
forward to kiss him, though, electing to no longer fight it, and
Mokuba pushed him back against the wall, still gently fondling him as
he tried to get him excited for this. He didn't know how well it was
going to work; he kept thinking, what if someone found them? What if
an employee decided to check on why there was such an out-of-place
Out of Order sign and busted in? They could pay him to keep quiet if
that happened, but anyone who could be paid once could be bought out
from under them, and that was too much of a weakness that they
couldn't afford...

“It's not working,”
Ryuuji pointed out from behind Mokuba, and tough Mokuba didn't stop
kissing him or playing with him. “Maybe you should go down on
him.”

Seto
literally choked and had to push Mokuba away, gasping for air. Ryuuji
was already chuckling at that ridiculous suggestion, and even Mokuba
was grinning a little. Yeah, right. They both knew perfectly well
that Mokuba didn't do that for anyone.

Still,
knowing that didn't stop the spike of arousal that went through him,
nor the twitch that left his flaccid cock a little less so.

“Mm...” Mokuba
gave a leisurely tug on the organ in his hand. “Seto likes that
idea...”

There
was a suppressed groan at the combination tug and idea. “Yes,”
he admitted, giving just a tiny gasp. “Seto does. Of course,
most people like the idea of a fantasy that can't possibly happen.”

Ryuuji
chuckled appreciatively, but Mokuba seemed slightly offended. “Are
you insulting me?” he asked, giving a little squeeze that Seto
didn't at all object to. “You think just because I don't make a
habit of doing it, I can't do it? I'm too inflexible?”

“Well,” he said,
tilting his head a little, “not in so many words...”

Mokuba
cocked an eyebrow in challenge. “I have news for you, buddy,”
he said. “Anything you can do, I can do better.”

While
Seto was still thinking about that, Mokuba had slithered out of
Ryuuji's arms and to his knees in front of him. That just didn't
compute. Mokuba wasn't going to....

Kami-sama
he did! Seto gasped loudly and barely didn't press forward, wanting
to drop his head back and enjoy it but not willing to look away from
the sight before him. Kami, Mokuba just didn't do this! He
wasn't going to waste this sight, of Mokuba on his knees, looking up
at him rather smirkily through his raven bangs, mouth wrapped
tenderly around his–

Oh fuck!
Mokuba dragged his teeth along the vein underneath, eliciting all the
sensation that drew swear words from him normally, when he wasn't
making a concerted effort to be silent for fear of discovery.
Frankly, Mokuba didn't really need to do very much... He had to admit
the danger was a little bit of a turn on when he wasn't preoccupied
with 'What If's and planning for contingencies, and fuck... Just
Mokuba... doing this... He didn't even need to see it, just the
thought of it was almost enough to send him spasming with ecstasy. It
was just so out of character, and so fucking hot...

No,
Mokuba didn't have much practice in the giving of head, but he
received it often enough to know what felt good, and he was putting
that experience to work for him now. Seto was forced to let his head
fall back and his eyes closed when Mokuba began to play along the
hard length with his gentle tongue, teasing more than anything else,
but damn it it was almost more than he could bear.

He knew
Mokuba couldn't deepthroat, and that was good, he probably would have
died, but he couldn't stop himself jerkily thrusting forward anyway.
This was too much, he needed released now, please-kay-thanks...

A noise
he refused to call a whimper came from him when Mokuba slowly drew
back, pressing his hips against the wall, letting the cold air hit
his throbbing arousal. Oh kami-sama he needed...

“Mokuba, please...”
he said hoarsely, trying to press forward again and denied. Yeah, he
was begging, he didn't beg, but he didn't care. Ryuuji chuckled at
him and he was so going to pay for that, but not right now, right now
he couldn't move without pain or ecstasy, one or the other.

“You'll pay me back
later,” Mokuba promised, and kissed him lightly. “But
right now, get those pants off so that I can finish taking care of
that.”

Screw
that – it was faster and easier just to turn around and brace
his forearms on the wall, letting his pants slide down over his hips.
“Hurry...” he croaked. He'd gone from nothing to
harder-than-he'd ever-been in like absolutely no time flat, just
because of Mokuba...

His
brother gently turned his face and kissed him, turning him around
again to face him as he did. “I want to see you,” he told
him with a smile, pushing his pants down over his hips and pulling
them down the rest of the way. He groaned a bit as he leaned against
the wall, but he obediently stepped out of them and didn't pay
attention to where they went.

He
draped his arms over Mokuba's shoulders and kissed him again as his
brother put his hands behind his legs and lifted him up to wrap them
around his waist, making him actually taller than his little brother
for the first time in a long time. There was no lube available as far
as he knew, but frankly, he couldn't have cared less at this point:
even the fingers Mokuba used to get him ready just prolonged his
torture.

Another
kiss seemed in order, since he could no longer properly express his
appreciation any other way when Mokuba finally deigned to give him a
little relief and press forward, pulling him down to impale him
really too gently for his liking. Mokuba had gotten him far too
turned on to be gentle with him now...

When
Mokuba grunted and pressed into him harder, Seto realized that he'd
forgotten Ryuuji existed from the moment Mokuba knelt on the floor.
Kami this was even hotter; he groaned and felt the pressure in his
already-taxed groin build again.

“Fuck, Mokuba...”
he gasped, tightening his grip on his shoulders. “I need it...”

Mokuba
made another grunting noise, and Seto knew that Ryuuji was taking him
even without the hands on Mokuba's hips under his legs, but Mokuba
refused to do much more than rock inside him. “I know, baby,”
he finally said, and Seto didn't try to correct the pet name, more
concerned about getting relief. “But you have a headstart on
us...”

Fine. If
Mokuba wouldn't do it for him...

He
tightened his legs and pulled himself down on Mokuba's engorged cock,
groaning a little. Felt good...

Mokuba
hissed and thrust into him just slightly, before he pushed his
shoulders back against the wall, grabbing his wrists and holding them
tightly in one hand to prevent him using his hands to touch himself
and bring himself pleasure that way. “No – wait for it!”
He groaned and tried to disobey, but Mokuba held him firm and he was
reduced to watching the expressions of ecstasy and effort on Mokuba's
face as their other lover took him and he resisted the urge to move
inside him, straining desperately to move or pleasure himself as his
arousal became too much, painful.

“Kami, Mokuba,
please...” He wasn't ashamed to call that a whimper. “I
need it..” He needed it so damn bad, far too much to put into
mere, inadequate human words... The feeling was epic, and his
language was unworthy in comparison.

Sweet
relief as Mokuba gave in to his pleading and pulled back to slam into
him. He controlled a cry and tried to move with him, though Mokuba
still held his body captive and at his non-existent mercy. Didn't
really matter, it was still fucking beautiful, and with just a little
shift...

He
screamed out as Mokuba slammed into the pleasure-emitting center of
perfection inside of him; Mokuba's hand clamped roughly over his
mouth, but he didn't care. Dear fucking kami-sama...

“Quiet...”
Mokuba panted, then cut off a cry of his own. Seto didn't respond,
but he couldn't, and didn't need to. Mokuba pulled his hand away on
his own to support himself on the wall.

Another
thrust to the same spot and he bit into his own arm to prevent the
same reaction. Almost simultaneously, Mokuba leaned forward and
buried his teeth in his shoulder, through his shirt, probably nearly
deep enough to draw blood, muffling a whimpering cry as he thrust
desperately. Seto cried out again as his brother's burning seed
filled him, completed him, and jerked in his grasp as the sensation
shoved him forward into that rushing waterfall and over the cliff
into ecstasy, everything paling to white in his gaze, going stiff,
and then going limp.

It took
a minute or so before Mokuba released him from the wall. He leaned
against him, panting a little, as Ryuuji handed him his pants back
and he fetched a wad of the toilet paper to clean up. Mokuba didn't
let him go without kissing him deeply, and fuck it all, he melted
under it, image and dignity be damned. Mokuba was just too damned hot
to resist...

“Maybe I'll do that
more often...” Mokuba said, breathing heavily as he supported
him.

“What, be uke?”
he asked rather hopefully, raising his eyes as he redressed, taking
in both of them. Ryuuji was still flushed from his exertions, his
hair mussed and sticking to his neck and cheeks. That was pretty hot
too... Of course, he knew he probably looked just as thoroughly
fucked...

His
brother gave him a playful slap on the ass to redirect his attention
in his direction. “Of course not. Not as such, anyway. You were
just so hot in that position, though, maybe I'll let Ryuu have me
just so I can see you scream like that again...”

“Should have figured,”
he muttered in mock resignation, and leaned out of Mokuba's grasp, on
the wall again.

“What,” Ryuuji
asked, standing on his toes to cross his arms on Mokuba's shoulders.
“I'm not that hot?”

Mokuba
grinned and turned to kiss him too. “Unbelievably hot. I let
you take me, didn't I? Wouldn't do that if I thought you weren't
worthy.”

Seto
smiled, watching them, recovering, running a hand through his hair to
straighten it. Okay, so it hadn't been a disaster... Actually, it had
been pretty great. He didn't know how often he wanted to do it again,
of course... but the first time had been great. He was willing to
admit that it might happen again in the future.

“Guys.” He
interrupted them, getting them to stop their banter and look at him.
“You two go back to the movie. I'll be there in ten minutes.”

They
nodded in unison, which was pretty cute, and each gave him a kiss in
turn, apparently trying to show the other up. Frankly, he'd have to
say Ryuu won that round... Not that he'd tell Mokuba, or he'd end up
getting fucked in the bathroom again just to prove that Mokuba was
the master.

When the
door closed, he sighed and leaned his head back against the wall to
look at the ceiling, using these ten minutes to compose himself.
Wow...

His life
was pretty great, actually. And just wait until tonight...
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